lord of destiny

Chapter 954 Villains!
What did this idiot think of?
Ivan Vanke glanced at Justin Hammer.

Forget it.

Why don't you care about this idiot!

He turned his gaze away again.

in his heart.

Only Tony Stark can be his opponent.

Not right either.

An 'Eddie Morse' should now be added as well.

Justin Hammer?

Just an incompletely evolved idiot!

You didn't even understand his question, what else would you be if you weren't an idiot?
"No, there is nothing wrong with this Iron Armor. I mean, there is something wrong with its design! It is not in the best condition!"

"Design problem? Not at its best? What do you mean?"

Justin Hammer asked.

"Meaning, I can make it better!"

Ivan Vanke decided not to go around the bush anymore, and said it directly.

"better?"

Justin Hammer's eyes widened, and he said quickly.

"How can I make it better?"

Ivan Vanke said calmly, his expression unchanged.

"Remove its internal cockpit! Change it to fully intelligent control!"

"Remove the inner cockpit?"

Justin Hammer frowned.

"But in this way, it is not the Iron Man armor!"

Is this what you're focusing on?
What a fool!

Ivan Vanke sneered in his heart.

really.

It's not unreasonable for this guy to be suppressed by Tony Stark. With such an IQ, how could he win over Tony Stark?

If it were someone else, with such strong support from the military, they would have surpassed the Stark Group for a long time!

Although he despised Justin Hammer's IQ in his heart, Ivan Vanke explained in order to complete his blueprint.

"Whether the Iron Man armor is not important, what matters is whether the Iron Armor itself is strong or not! The existence of the cockpit completely limits the strength of the Iron Armor!"

"For such a big steel armor, the cockpit takes up [-] to [-] percent of it! If we remove the cockpit, how much space will we get?"

"The extra space, how many weapons and ammunition can we load?"

"For Iron Armor, the most critical point to measure its strength is the weapons and ammunition it carries!"

"If the steel armor we developed can have weapons and ammunition far surpassing the Iron Man armor, will our strength be stronger than it?"

"Well, it seems so."

Justin Hammer nodded.

As an arms dealer, he certainly knows how terrifying the deterrent effect of sufficient ammunition is!
Even the purpose of the Hanmer Group is mass production!

Quality doesn't matter.

What matters is quantity!

As long as the number goes up, I'll go up in a bunch, isn't it stronger than yours?

Thinking of this, Justin Hammer's heart moved.

If I get out such a steel armor, wouldn't it prove that I am stronger than Tony Stark?

He gradually became excited.

"Good! That's a good idea!"

But Justin Hammer quickly regained consciousness and hesitated.

"But I have to think about it again. You wait for me for a while, and I will give you an answer as soon as possible!"

This steel armor is not what he wants to use.

Although he is very satisfied with Ivan Vanke's design plan, he still needs to see what the boss behind the scenes thinks, right?
For this, Justin Hammer is still quite confident.

The military wanted to create an Iron Legion, and now he created a stronger Iron Legion, how could the other party disagree?

"You are very good!"

Justin Hammer smiled at Ivan Vanke in satisfaction.

"Don't worry, as long as you make the steel armor and promise you what you want, I will definitely help you do it!"

Ivan Vanke lowered his head, with the corners of his mouth curled up, with a half-smile, and didn't say much.

According to their agreement, he helped Justin Hammer build a steel armor, and the other party helped him get back everything he deserved.

That is to help him regain the ownership of the Stark Group.

Putting aside the question of whether Justin Hammer can possibly do it, if it can be done, will he do it?

Wouldn't it be more fragrant to hold the Stark Group in your own hands?

From the beginning, Ivan Vanke knew that Justin Hammer's promises were pure fart!

It's just to draw a blank check and ask him to work for him.

but.

For whom to die.

Until the end, who can say for sure?
Ivan Vanke looked at the Iron Patriot armor in front of him with cold eyes.

"Tony Stark, now that we are on the same starting line, I want to see whether you are stronger or I am stronger!"

Justin Hammer on the side didn't notice Ivan Vanke's anomaly at all. His mind is now full of how to build his own Iron Legion.

"Wait! Tony Stark, by then, I will stand on top of the world! Let everyone know that I, Justin Hammer, am stronger than you, Tony Stark!"

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Some dark underground laboratory.

Lifted off with a plume of black smoke.

A bottle of reagent failed again.

"Failure! Failure! Why is it a failure again!"

He scratched his hair hard.

The once thick black hair has started to thin out now.

According to the current law, it won't be long before he may be able to find a way to become bald and become stronger.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his complexion was getting worse and worse.

"My direction is not wrong! Why can't I succeed? I have clearly 'successful' once before!"

Although that 'success' finally created a monster and caused huge losses.

The Osborn Group changed drastically, and even Norman Osborn was forced into the palace, all of which had a lot to do with that incident.

Before that, he had always regarded that incident as a failure.

His original intention in developing this potion was to help more people, not to turn people into monsters!

But this time, for some unknown reason, he subconsciously regarded that event as a 'success' event.

Becoming a monster is no longer the standard of 'failure' in his mind.

As long as it can achieve its intended function, then it is 'successful'!

He vented again, releasing a lot of the suppressed emotions he had accumulated.

He was originally a person with a healthy mind and a very good personality.

But in this dark laboratory, it is really easier for people to have dark and negative emotions.

Coupled with the continuous failure, it cast a huge shadow on his mind.

Now he is gradually heading towards a completely unknown direction.

"I will succeed! I will succeed!"

He kept whispering, his voice echoed in the laboratory, and seemed to pass through the laboratory, to an even more distant unknown place.

(End of this chapter)